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A Favorite Blend

A Favorite Blend

Grace invited Mercy and Peace
in for a mid-winter tea.
The sisters hug briefly,
peck respective cheeks
before unwrapping layers
of coats and scarves.
The world’s frozen wisdom, flakes off,
melts into puddles at their feet
silent beneath the glow of heaven’s stars.

Spring is a future memory, another season
following the blizzard of earth’s present days.
A spicy cinnamon-apricot aroma wafts
from a floral painted pot.
A lace cloth adorns Graces sturdy table
carved of red mid-eastern cedar.

Mercy’s eyes shine, dance with delight,
she inhales the scent of a life steeping in God,
sweetens with her honey each poured cup.
Peace passes a pitcher of her cream;
stirred thoughtfully into the tea it
mellows both the bitter and the sweet.

Grace smiles benevolently, shares
with her sisters the marvels of divinity.
They drink, sip, praise the blend:
His undying sacrificial love,
a human life savored from the fall.

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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Tea Time in the Okay Corral

Tea time in the Okay Corral

Grab for the mug,
the first one to the hot water spigot
for the day is the winner.

Take it steaming
dark, rich brown
honey is for wussies.
Cream is obscene.

Fire: Earl Grey
Shoot back: Lipton
Orange pekoe, cowpoke!
Lapsong suchong
ginseng
peppermint
oolong

looseleaf
bagged and tagged
steeped and strained
try it again

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A Secret Place

An older poem but fitting for summertime

A Secret Place

Secrets grow here along the fence rows
at the edge of our small town.
Where all the interesting plants come
to congregate, settle themselves down.

Sassafras jostles with hedge-apples,
milkweed twines with briary blackberry vines,
maple saplings wrestle with oak.

And all the wee folk play hide and seek
with black-eyed Susan’s and run away
brandishing Queen Anne’s lace;
while Bachelor buttons corner shy violets.

A secret place: to climb unobserved, unseen
and sway one with the wind.
A mulberry bends under my small weight
—its fruit to taste: the secret place.

c. Darlene Moore Berg

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Faith by Chocolate

Faith by Chocolate

Choosing and chocolate start
with the same three letters.
At a single cursory glance
by chance, while I drive
I read the title in your hand
as “Chocolate Faith”,
I think
desserts, something beyond
bland milky chocolate to
Dark aromatic cacao:
those little foil wrapped treasures
you can’t wait to tear into
the delectable individual promises,
hopes, blessings:
a rich dessert, multi-layered,
a blend of “joy in the morning”
with “dark night of the soul”
a complete, complex bittersweet whole.
The mouth feel, the pleasurable melting
of life into Life.
Addictive “holy-ness”

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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Ducks take the Right-of-Way

Ducks take the Right-of-Way

Pause in your self-absorbed stride—
there is more alive than just you:
a dozen ducklings waddle into view
struggling to stay in a straight line
right behind their matriarch
She knows where she is headed
a definite direction in mind
from pond to hiding place in the brush
nothing will deter her or get in her way.
Not looking back she loses not one
fuzzy ball.

What were you going to do after all
in such a hurry? Such single-minded flurry?
Scurrying into what destination?
Look up into a blue sky, pink petals
floating by fall from a flowering crab tree
into the midst of your awareness.
Spring into reflection,
re-creation of your priorities.
This is a day the Lord has made.
For one minute— stop. Rejoice in it.

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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Creep, Crawl, Cruise

Jeepers, Creepers!

Up on hands and knees, it’s a kick
rock the body back and forth
work on momentum
push with the hands and—
slide backward.
Push again, move the legs
and watch life recede.

Must work on this trick.
Rock faster, now pull,
grab the carpet with all ten fingers
and yowl, face first and down
for a count.

Never give up, baby.
It is time to crawl, to creep.
Try knee and hand coordination
and now — off, no stopping
the world in progress, got it made.
Fast and faster
here ‘m coming.

Laugh, raise a hand
in salutation.
You’re the man, the woman
of the day
and now you tell me
its time to walk?
We’ve got to talk!

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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Dress-Up

Dress-up at Grandma’s

Dress up
grandma’s cedar chest
hats, gloves, scarves
an old fur stole
beaded sweaters
a string of yellowed pearls
the girls all line up in finery
before an oval mirror.
They curtsey to themselves
giggle, pantomime a cup of tea
the application of make-up.
Stand tall in ruby high-heeled slippers
and black patent leather pumps.
Dive for further treasures
deeper in the wooden box
and time itself stands briefly still
while they’re all in a hurry
to grow themselves up.

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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